62: Stitches

The night was thick as ink, enveloping the Valen Mountains.

On the barren grassland, a giant shadow slowly wriggled Li Ke a living thing.

The tall, slender figure of the Silver Armor Corpse rose silently from a mass of pitch-black darkness.

It carried Li Ke on its back, Li Ke a silent sculpture in the darkness.

In the distance, the outline of a vineyard was faintly visible under the moonlight.

The vineyard's tall walls were tightly sealed, without a single light escaping.

Li Ke sat on the broad shoulders of the Silver Armor Corpse, his dark red short hair gently ruffled by the night wind.

He narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the silent manor.

Several pitch-black paper butterflies silently flew out from his wide sleeves.

They flapped their cicada-wing-thin wings, gracefully flying towards the vineyard.

The paper butterflies lightly crossed the high wall, quietly entering the interior of the manor.

The situation inside the manor was clearly presented in Li Ke's mind through the sight of the Yin-producing Underworld Butterfly.

The huge plaza, which should have been used for drying grapes, was now piled high with a large number of corpses.

The corpses were stacked layer upon layer, forming a mountain, emitting a palpable, chilling Death Qi.

It was Li Ke a giant Death Qi fermentation tank.

Within the dense Death Qi, a strange trace of vitality faintly emanated from the center of the corpse pile.

It was as if something was brewing in this soil of death.

A large number of Living Corpse Path Clairvoyance were tightly stationed throughout the vineyard, constantly patrolling and changing shifts.

Li Ke roughly estimated that the number of Living Corpse Clairvoyance in the outer perimeter alone exceeded a hundred.

From the Family castle in the center of the vineyard, two high-tier Clairvoyance auras were also emanating.

One of the auras was obscure and vast, seemingly surpassing the Silver Tier.

The other was at least mid-Silver Tier.

"What a grand display."

Li Ke was surprised.

Although the Valen Mountains were geographically remote and lacked resources, they were not too far from Oak Tree City.

The Holy Meal Society actually dared to establish such a large-scale stronghold here.

It had clearly become an Undead lair.

A strange feeling surged in Li Ke's heart.

The nobles were busy fighting for power, making him, a demonic cultivator, seem Li Ke he was acting on behalf of the Dao.

One Silver Tier, one suspected early Gold Tier, plus over a hundred miscellaneous soldiers.

"If it were before Foundation Establishment, I probably wouldn't be able to take them down."

Li Ke's eyes flickered.

"But now, no matter what your plans are, it's not as cost-effective as becoming my cultivation resources."

Li Ke suddenly waved his large sleeve.

One by one, pitch-black paper butterflies continuously flew out from his sleeve.

Their numbers grew, seemingly endless.

Countless pitch-black paper butterflies gathered, Li Ke a small dark cloud, approaching the grape manor.

Soon, countless butterflies surrounded the entire manor.

They swarmed in Li Ke an insect horde, flying to every corner of the manor.

"What is this thing?"

Many ordinary Undead guards, seeing these pitch-black butterflies, couldn't help but look puzzled.

The Death Qi in this manor was dense.

Logically, not even snakes, insects, rats, or ants should approach.

Why were there so many butterflies?

However, the butterflies had already flown into every corner of the manor.

Many butterflies began to enter the castle in the center of the manor.

......

In a bedroom in the castle, a pale-skinned middle-aged man with a face covered in stitches was sitting at a desk writing a letter.

The dim oil lamp emitted a faint light, illuminating him and casting a shadow on the desk.

At this moment, a pitch-black paper butterfly silently flew in through the window, lightly landing on the pen in the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned.

Then, he suddenly looked up, staring out the window.

When he saw that the entire vineyard was already silently covered with large patches of pitch-black butterflies in the dark night.

A furious expression appeared on his face.

"Who is it!" The middle-aged man sternly shouted.

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking.

From the shadow of the desk in front of him, a large hand covered in silver scales suddenly extended.

Long, sharp corpse claws fiercely grabbed the middle-aged man's head.

He had no time to react before he was violently dragged into the shadow of the desk.

At the same time,

Countless pitch-black butterflies in the manor emitted a hazy, illusory fluctuation.

Li Ke dust from butterfly wings, it instantly enveloped the entire manor.

A beautiful color appeared in the eyes of all the Undead,

Then their bodies stiffened, as if solidified by an invisible force,

All of them froze in place, unmoving.

"Rustle..."

The figure of the Faceless Paper Figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Its tall, pale figure walked into the castle, its facial features changing with each step, Li Ke turning a page in a book.

The Faceless Paper Figure ignored the ordinary Undead guards.

It walked directly into a room in the castle.

In the room stood a hunched old woman wearing a wide hooded robe.

At this moment, her eyes also held a trace of beautiful color,

Her expression was struggling, but she stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.

The Faceless Paper Figure tilted its head,

A strange man's face on its blank visage revealed a mysterious smile,

"Rustle......"

Countless papers fluttered, instantly enveloping the other party.

"Buzz!"

However, just as the Faceless Paper Figure had enveloped the old woman.

A dazzling crimson light instantly erupted from her body.

A complex arcane array phantom flickered in mid-air.

The Faceless Paper Figure's body was instantly torn into countless fragments, fluttering through the air.

The beautiful color in the old woman's eyes instantly receded, and she regained consciousness.

She first looked blankly at the situation in front of her,

Then an expression of shock and anger appeared on her face.

In the air, the fragments of the Faceless Paper Figure flew, then rapidly reassembled.

A broken face flashed quickly across its blank face, then it returned to its tall, pale paper figure appearance.

It landed on the ground, tilting its head to look at the old woman, seemingly a little strange,

As if wondering why the other party had thorns on her body.

"How dare you! How dare you offend the Holy Meal Society!"

The old woman pulled out a clear-weather doll-Li Ke object from within her wide robe.

She threw it forward with a forceful motion.

A white phantom shrieked as it pounced towards the Faceless Paper Figure.

At the same time,

In the Shadow Realm, large areas of shadow boiled.

"You're courting death!"

The Silver Armor Corpse had just dragged the middle-aged man into the shadows.

The middle-aged man roared, and a vast Death Qi suddenly erupted from his body.

The stitches on his face broke one by one,

His body rapidly mutated and proliferated in an extremely short time,

Countless abnormally proliferating flesh and blood, Li Ke expanding foam,

Actually directly devoured and submerged the Silver Armor Corpse into its body,

Revealing a massive monster, four to five meters tall, sewn together from countless incomplete limbs,

It had five arms and four legs stitched to various parts of its body,

Its head and the back of its head each had a pale face, appearing to be one male and one female.

The female face on the back of the head emitted a sweet voice,

"My dear, it's not time for the exchange yet, is it? Do you miss me that much?"

The male face in front, on the other hand, emitted a deep voice.

"Damn it, some impolite bug interrupted our date!"

Then he revealed a smile.

"But that's fine, I wrote you a love letter, you must read it later."

"I feel Li Ke my writing has improved again."

"You're sickeningly sweet."

The female face said with a smile.

Then, on the massive body,

A strange arm suddenly lifted,

Pointing at Li Ke, who was standing not far away.

"My dear, I want to eat him."

"Okay, I'll get him for you to eat!"